Fang Zilan glanced sideways at Hongtai and said, "Please help find the body first, and then we'll do the autopsy."
Seeing that Fang Zilan didn't want to say anything, Hongtai shrugged and said, "Now that it's settled, then you just come with me."
"Now?" Fang Zilan was stunned, Hongtai nodded and said: "What, you still want to wait two more days?"
"That's fine." Fang Zilan pondered for a moment, ignoring Zhuge Yu and Li Qiyou who were hesitant to speak, and left with Hongtai.
Not far from the mausoleum of King Rong'an, Zhen Mi'er was waiting on the roadside, dressed in a low-key passerby's attire, not eye-catching.
When Fang Zilan saw Zhen Mi'er, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists, "Did you have a premeditated plan?"
"You said that you had handed over power and resigned a long time ago." Hongtai waved his hand innocently: "Now that you are not the head of Qianjinfang, who can control what Zhen wants to do?"
Fang Zilan was about to have a seizure when she saw Zhen Mier walking over quickly and holding her arm, "Lan'er, there are people watching here all the time, so it's not advisable to stay for a long time."
"I know." Fang Zilan calmed down and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"
"Lan'er, if you want me to stay out of the matter, you have to ask me if I am willing." Zhen Mi'er smiled slightly and said quietly: "What's more, Qianjinfang has already stood in the whirlpool, and there is no way to escape."
Fang Zilan lowered her eyes and whispered: "That's all, you can't stop me, and I can't persuade you."
Hongtai on the side shook his head, "You two, it's getting late."
"Why, the master plans to go during the day?" Fang Zilan glanced at Hongtai and saw him nodding, "We have broken the relationship. What difference does it make whether we go during the day or at night?"
Hearing this, Fang Zilan said thoughtfully: "You mean, King Rongan's body is in the mountain?"
Hongtai did not answer, but said quietly: "Let's go."
Fang Zilan and Zhen Mier followed, and the three of them rode straight towards Feiling Mountain.
"Master, if you go back to Feiling Mountain now, it will be like throwing yourself into a trap." Fang Zilan frowned, and Hongtai chuckled, "Don't you think that people from the imperial court are still stationed on Feiling Mountain? "
"Otherwise..." Fang Zilan stopped as soon as he started speaking, then bit his lip and said resolutely: "Impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible." Hongtai looked ahead with a stern expression, "The official document of the sea arrest has been issued, so with the size of Feiling Mountain, it is impossible for the court to order the soldiers of the Jiangnan Camp or the Southeast Camp to wait and wait. The transfer is the best option. Good choice."
"However, local officials often collude with bandits. Once Feiling Mountain is handed over to their hands..." Zhen Mi'er said: "It will become the lair of bandits again."
Fang Zilan was silent. Hongtai looked over and said carelessly: "Since I followed you, I haven't returned to the mountain yet. Don't doubt me."
"Come on." Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "Even if you are a mountain bandit, you will always have opponents. If no one covets Feiling Mountain, it will be you who failed to become the master."
The smile on Hongtai's face became even brighter, "The words of the Crown Prince's wife are really - deeply touched my heart."
He deliberately drawled, and Fang Zilan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She changed her voice and said, "You just said that the relationship was broken. Who were you referring to? A bandit or a state official?"
"Someone I've offended." Hongtai said lightly, as if he didn't want to talk in depth.
Fang Zilan's face was as dark as water, "Master, I need to know who I am facing."
"If he is a bandit, how will you treat him?" Hong Taylor stopped the horse's reins, slowed down his pace, and said with interest: "If he is a state official, how will you treat him?"
"If it's the former, there's nothing to talk about. We can only fight to the death." Fang Zilan drove her horse to Hongtai's side and said word by word: "If it's the latter, there's still something to talk about."
"They are all bullshit who don't care about human life." Hong Tai's face was filled with coldness, "Madam Prince, you actually think that you can have a good conversation with the state official?"
"Your Majesty, the state official, cares a lot about his face, and rarely goes out of his way to fight to the death." Fang Zilan seemed to be talking about the most ordinary thing, "Why can't we talk about it?"
Hongtai's expression froze, "Are you serious?"
"Master, I know that what I can do is limited, and there are not many people I can rely on. Therefore, only by cherishing my own life can I achieve long-term goals." Fang Zilan looked calm, "Now, unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not use real swords and guns. Let’s fight.”
Hongtai was speechless, "Fang Zilan, is this a compromise?"
"I would rather call it a technique." Fang Zilan curled her lips, "A technique is a method. It is hidden in the chest, and it is used to hide and ward off everyone."
"The goal is to achieve the goal at any cost?" Hongtai smiled half-heartedly, but there was an unspeakable emotion hidden in his eyes, "Do you know that this is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger?"
"It's hard to say who the tiger is." Fang Zilan suppressed a smile, with a sharp look on her face, "Feiling Mountain is ahead of us, is the master still unwilling to say it?"
"Suzhou Mansion, Prime Minister Qian Wen." Hongtai spoke concisely and concisely, and Fang Zilan pondered for a moment, "It seems that we can talk."
"Not necessarily." Hongtai looked a little more serious, "Qian Wenxiang has a master who is the military advisor of Mangshan."
"The boss of Mangshan died at the hands of the Feilingshan Hong clan three years ago." Zhen Mier looked over and Hongtai nodded and admitted, "Yes, I killed him."
Fang Zilan rubbed the horse's reins with her fingers and said slowly: "If I exchange it with the head master, will Qian Wenxiang be willing to hand over the body of King Rongan?"
"At most Qian Wenxiang can be regarded as a leader." Hongtai's tone added a hint of contempt, "It doesn't matter whether he changes it or not."
"Then who has the final say?" Fang Zilan suddenly reined in her horse and stopped, looking at Hongtai with obvious scrutiny.
"No one's words count." Hongtai stopped next to Fang Zilan, "You don't have to look at me like this. Qian Wenxiang is not the only one who keeps his word in the Southeast."
"Really?" Fang Zilan's voice was very soft, but Hongtai still heard it. He explained: "In the southeast, the most important people are the heads of the five major palaces. The body of King Rongan is hidden, and it is destined to belong to these five people." It cannot be separated."
"But it's impossible for King Rongan's body to be in the hands of five people." Fang Zilan said with a frosty face, "In other words, I don't have to talk to five people. As long as Qian Wenxiang is shaken, I will have an opportunity."
"I didn't say that King Rongan's body must be on Feiling Mountain." Hongtai's expression darkened, "If we alert the enemy, we may never see the body of King Rongan again."
"Master, have you ever thought about why they hid King Rongan's body instead of destroying it?" Fang Zilan's lips curved in a sarcastic arc, "Don't tell me, I don't dare."
"What are they afraid of..." Hongtai paused mid-sentence.
